What
do prostitutes, fishermen, geologists
and Priests have in common?
They're
all in search of their Nanner. Their Joy.
They're each trying to experience some form
of happiness.
Anything
and everything we do is on some level
done with the intent to eventually bring
us pleasure (even if it's simply avoiding
pain).
I
have some good info for you: It's not up there,
in there, around those, in her, from it, or
beyond that...so you can stop lookin'!
The
nanner. Your nanner. It's not in
that pear tree you've been lookin' in. It
never was.
Life,
in its simplest form: PEOPLE TRYING TO
BE HAPPY.And
we just know that our happiness
is out there somewhere. Right?
Maybe just over the next hill. There there
there it is...when I get that job that
pays more. Gosh, wait, now I think it
might be when I get married. Hmm. That
didn't do it. Kids, that's it...I'll be
fulfilled when I have kids. Ouch! That
really wasn't it! Ah, there it
is, over there. When the kids graduate
and move out then I can finally have my
life back!
That
describes the nanner chase that only yields
apples and pears, and leaves you rockin' to
and fro at age 80 wondering where that nanner
went.
The
endless search for happiness that leads us
on a never-ending never-quenching search for
something. And it seems the longer
and harder we search, the further away it
scootches!
The
nanner IS up there my friend. It would serve
you to stop. Stop. Look up and make sure that
your ladder's leaned against the right tree.
What's the right tree? Simple.
